Texto / John James Galvis Patiño

Portada / Ollie Harridge [Flickr], bajo licencia CC BY 2.0

Al viento gélido arrojó la Constitución, como acto reflejo apartando la molesta paloma posada sobre su ancha frente, abierta de cinco surcos patrios. Las bisagras oxidadas de sus rodillas, rechinaron con un ruido seco y centenario al descender del execrable pedestal; donde siglos atrás lo condenó su verdugo Pietro Tenerani, a arrostrar a cara y cruz el perenne trasegar de anarquía y despotismo de los dos Caines. Sin prisa, sorteó las últimas escalinatas de su cuadrilátero monumento; encendió un porro que cambalachó con un mendigo por su capa y espada libertadora; dobló la esquina y exclamó: -“todo a la mierda”-

 

Freed

To the icy wind he threw the constitution, as a reflex act, removing the annoying pigeon perched on its great front, marked by five freed grooves. The rusty hinges on his knees sounded with a dry and centennial noise as he descended from the execrable pedestal; where centuries ago his executioner Pietro Tenerani condemned him, to suffer face and cross the anarchy and despotism of the two Caines. Without hurry, he descended the last steps of his quadrilateral monument; lit a joint that changed with a beggar for his cloak and liberating sword; He turned the corner and exclaimed: – “Everything to hell” –